Diyiren was in a particularly foul mood when Chief Oglethorpe interrupted his meditation. He gnashed his teeth, came out of the lotus position, followed him to their smoke-filled break area. Diyiren didn't watch television. He had no interest in it. But he allowed his guards to have one. Chief Oglethorpe bowed as Diyiren glared at the screen.
The news anchor had brown hair and dark eyes, a forgettable face that wasn't quite handsome, but wasn't really ugly either. He held up a hardback book. Her Story.
"For centuries, the masses have speculated about her existence, who she is, where she might be. If she is real. Not only does this book claim that she is alive, it pretends to be an interview between her and a young man in a Tennessee bar that spills into a cheap motel room."
Diyiren growled, his claws digging into his flesh.
"The story begins with a love story as a young Lilith idolizes child Ao Guang, called dear Finch. But the pair are separated. When they reunite, dear Finch has become a power hungry monster and she a prisoner of his greed."
"Turn that off," Diyiren barked. He pulled Chief Oglethorpe over. "That book is to be quashed. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, My King."
"Two copies are to be retained, the rest burned in a great pyre. This is proliferating in multiple countries?"
"Yes, My King."
"Pay whatever necessary to get it stopped and destroy every copy you can find. Now."
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The Lamb and the Gray Battle
FantasiaEvie has spent the last 575 years on the North American continent, now called America, the Pure and Clean. She smiles, volunteers and makes cakes and pastries for her neighbors, hiding away her demon blood. She wants nothing to do with her estranged...
